“God, you’re so sweet, Jasmine said, rubbing her tears of happiness into his shoulder.
Next day Mark came home just after 2:00 to do some required reading. That morning his mother had gone to his father’s office to reorganize their filing system – she was a qualified librarian – and Miranda had said she would be lunching with friends. He changed into just baggy shorts and took the three books with marked chapters to the side of the pool which is where Miranda found him when she arrived home a little tanked up.
“Oh goodie, sex,” she said and began stripping right off. He breasts appeared swollen and her pussy was puffy. “I was thinking about you riding home in the cab.”
Mark was ordered out of his shorts and instructed on how to work her up even more until finally she lifted her legs on to his shoulders and told him to get going. “Nice and gently, stroke at a steady pace to start with – don’t even try to sink completely in. Did you know most of a woman’s intense sensations from a normal fuck are generated just inside her vagina – or cunt to you?”
Her language made him thicken.
“But women still enjoy the feeling when a man bottoms out.”
At that he thudded his dick right in and she gasped, “Oh my,” making him feel very proud.
Miranda finally squeezed, triggering all the signals that he was about to cum. “Slide right up over my tits, darling, and shoot down my throat.”
She sucked and jacked him until Mark felt his balls tighten and his vision began to blur. He looked up right into the eyes of his mother, bent over the kitchen bench, her chin resting in cupped hands, watching the action. Her smile broadened and she placed a finger in the hush position over her lips. Mark bellowed in horror unable to look away, emptying himself down Miranda’s throat. She pushed him away and sat up gasping – “Where did all that come from; you almost drowned me.”
“It’s because of your sensitive tuition,” he smiled, looking back to the kitchen window to wink at his mother; but she had disappeared.
“Fuck and talk like that Mark and you’ll be able to have almost any woman you want,” Miranda said. “Next we do doggie.”
Mark found his mother in her bedroom, putting something away in the bottom drawer. Her eyes were unusually large and she kissed him on the mouth, appearing in no hurry to pull away. He placed a hand on her right breast which was bigger than Miranda’s and felt very firm, the nipple really hard. Mark – feeling less inhibited as a result of Miranda’s confrontational tuition and confidence building – allowed his hand to wander down to touch his mother between her legs. She pushed his hand away and said, softly but firmly, ‘Don’t Mark’ but not before he became aware that she was not wearing panties and her dress front was damp. Christ, his mother had been masturbating after seeing him and Miranda going at it like animals.
“Do you masturbate?”
Her eyes widened and she said something about Miranda bringing him along in leaps and bounds.
“Answer me.”
Mark almost walked away, accepting his mother was still too strong mentally for him and besides, had no desire to get intimate with him. But the sigh told him to wait.